As my pain prevails, my breathe fails.
My heart it sails among the sinful gales.
As my joy shrinks, my sorrow drinks,
Every dropp it trails, never it fails.
As I look down, to my fallen crown,
With a mournful frown, mocked like a clown.
I look at my friend, I will follow his trend,
My life is a blend, with a quick end.
Drowned in pain, my life is vain,
Joy is in drain, Or maybe I am just insane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey vipin nice poem lots of rhyming keep up the gud work regards anjali